Turning thirty with zero dollars in the bank, no job nor prospects, sipping NyQuil and staring at the Los Angeles sky, at space, at nothing and everythingJohnny Future’s cool with that. He knows he must do something in this life, but he doesn’t know what. His grandmother, the only mother he’s ever known, is stuck in a nursing home somewhere. He hasn’t seen her in years. Inanimate objects, exterminator icons, street signs are all talking to him, telling him he’s got problems. He’s messed up, sure, but he’s gonna do something about it. He’s gonna get deep and go right to it. Self-styled “poem writer” of the L.A. vernacular, lover of all that exists, hopelessly unrepentantbecause he doesn’t even know what that meansJohnny Future tells us about his world, his Hollywood, his Los Angeles, his struggle, and our future.
Steve Abee taps the well of broken hope and tattered heroism that sits beneath his nihilistic generation, transforming it into a heartening, hypersexual, punch-drunk tour de force ushering the drug narrative into the new American century.
|Publisher:||MP Publishing Ltd|
|Product dimensions:||8.48(w) x 5.30(h) x 0.55(d)|
About the Author
Steve Abee began writing as an orderly at St. John's hospital in Santa Monica. He has previously published three books, King Planet, The Bus: Cosmic Ejaculations of the Daily Mind in Transit, and Great Balls of Flowers. He teaches middle school English and lives in Los Angeles with his wife and two daughters.